You’re staring at the page. The cursor blinks like it’s taunting you. You want to write—hell, you even know what you want to write about—but it’s like your brain’s frozen. That, my friend, is the all-too-familiar little bitch known as writer’s block.
So, how do you fight it?
Here’s what’s helped me, and maybe it'll help you too.
Seriously. Open a doc and let yourself write the worst possible version of what you’re trying to say. No pressure. No editing. You can always clean it up later. A messy first draft is better than no draft.
Sometimes your brain just needs a different view. Go outside. Sit at a café. Write on your phone instead of your laptop. A small change can trick your brain into feeling inspired again.
Forget structure. Forget plot. Just go full chaos mode. Rant about your characters, the scene, or how much writing sucks today. That little brain dump might lead you to a breakthrough.
A poem. A Tumblr post. A flash fiction piece. Sometimes reading a spark of good writing reminds your brain how fun words can be.
Writer’s block is normal. It doesn’t mean you’re broken. It just means your brain’s buffering. Rest, hydrate, and be gentle with yourself. Then try again.
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Writing is weird. Some days it flows like magic, and other days it’s like dragging your soul through the trenches. But if you’re stuck, don't give up on it— the words will come back.
A Work In Progress
Hi All! I am new to the fanfic world. Well, I say that because it's been over 15 years since I last wrote any kind of fanfic. But here I am attempting it. This will be my first Tarlos story posted to ao3, but it's not up yet. I thought I'd join in on the wip fun and see how well this snippet is received. I am happy to take any and all advice. Please, if you have any criticisms, be kind and make it constructive. I hope you all enjoy it! I've been having a blast writing it!
@ronenstrand
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After dinner, TK went straight to his room when they got back to his dad’s house. He didn’t stop to talk and they had been silent on the drive home for the most part. There was a little conversation about how the night had gone, but mostly, it was a quiet ride. Back at the house, TK made a beeline for his room. He should’ve gone home to his place, but it was late and he needed some quick relief. So he stayed at his dad’s place. In his room, he was quick to find himself in the shower and releasing the tension that had built up through the evening.
After his shower, he collapsed on his bed, not even bothering to get dressed. He wanted Carlos out of his head. At least for the rest of the night. He just wanted some peaceful sleep. Unfortunately, the man crept into his dreams and he woke up needing another release.
The morning seemed to move quickly and before he knew it, they were at the firehouse. It was a pretty normal morning so far. Coffee, b.s.ing with his brothers, and just chilling until a call came in.
Hearing his name, TK left the conversation he was in, turning his attention to his dad. But when he looked, his eyes instantly found Carlos and that dry throat thing was a problem once again. He swallowed hard as the man got closer. Fuck, how am I supposed to do my job with him here? He looked so good in the tight hunter-green tee shirt he was wearing. That color really seemed to work for him.
They greeted each other and Carlos was offering up that gorgeous heart-shaped smile of his and it seemed to cause a flipping in TK’s stomach. With his eyes fixated on Carlos, it was his dad’s suggestion that pulled him out of his trance. “Uh, yeah. Sure. Come on, I’ll um, I’ll show you… the kitchen!” He pointed in that direction and led the way.
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“I believe my dad mentioned you’d be riding along with us as well. What size shirt do you wear?” He asked as he moved to grab a firehouse shirt for Carlos. “Here. You’ll need to wear that and uh, pants. There should be some here in the wardrobe.” He opened the wardrobe and pointed out the pants for Carlos to choose from.
“Cool, thanks.” Carlos took a look and found his size. “Um, I’ll just go change then.” He said and gave a nod,
When Carlos left the room to go change, TK fell to the mattress of his bunk, hands covering his face. He had no idea how he was going to make it through the day with Carlos around. Was he staying for the whole shift? He had no clue. He hoped not since there was nothing he could do about his urges.
“What do ya think?” Carlos asked as he came back dressed in the same uniform. “Is it too snug?” He asked with a smirk.
Sitting up on his elbows TK looked at him and he seemed to forget how to breathe. Fuck, he looked sexy as hell. Then Carlos did a spin to show the whole outfit. That and the question did not help. Yes. Yes, it is too snug. “Mm, yeah. Looks good.” He said and pressed his lips tight together as he gave a nod.
Then he heard the bells and he breathed a sigh of relief. Thank you. He thought to himself. He’d never been so happy to hear the bells go off. “That’s our cue.”
TK was up and dashing to the truck, Carlos hot on his heels.
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@ronenstrand
Writer’s block sucks! It sucks even more when you have just one chapter left of your story and it just won’t flow like it had been. For those waiting for the last chapter of The Impossible, I am so sorry I don’t have it finished. I have been hit with a bad case of writer’s block and just need to step away from it. I hope to have it finished some time this week.
@ronenstrand
by davilovesty aka impackinapiece
@ronenstrand
CHAPTER 1 is now posted!
Recently married, TK and Carlos embark on a romantic honeymoon, filled with excitement and love as they explore a beautiful tropical paradise. Just when their blissful adventure seems to be at its peak, an unforeseen tragedy occurs, sweeping through the serenity of their escape and ultimately tearing them apart. As the sun sets on their idyllic escape, the question lingers: will they navigate the challenges that fate has thrown at them and reunite, or will this separation become a permanent chapter in their love story?
Really? 911: Nashville? Meh. Abc/Fox got rid of Station 19 and 911: Lone Star for that? yeah, no thanks. You treated both shows badly and you couldn't even be bothered to pick somewhere that is completely different than Texas. If I wanna watch a show set in Nashville, I will go rewatch the TV show Nashville. Y'all can keep your new spin-off.
No Ronen and no Rafa means I don't care.
And why does 911 need to crossover with that cruise ship show?
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